VacciNATION

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Black out
Boy Blue
Black and blue
When they leave you
Vessels bruised
Broken black skin
Melanin stained red
Across cracked obsidian
Across hot asphalt
Face down
Sizzle in the street
Stand down
Pressure high
Amidst the summer heat
Hands up
Don't shoot
They aim to squeeze the juice
From every berry
Pulped and buried
At least six feet deep

Little Black Kings
Granted no luxury
Of innocence 
Keepsake memories
As soon as they hit puberty
When suddenly
A twelve-year-old
Can appear sixteen
To any badged Klansmen
With their glock nineteens
Have these boys wishing on candles
For Benjamin Buttons disease

Black out
Crooked smiles
Crawling wide across
Porcelain skin
Red hats
Atop craniums
Still pulsing red within
Gushing with
Privilege,
Self righteous knowledge,
Lack of compassion,
And skewed perception of history
"Decades?"
I think you mean centuries
Slave ships carried
Over every ocean and sea
Nappy heads without
An inkling of their ancestry
Still met with audacity
White folk speaking
From their comforts of freedom
In a world designed to see them
Succeed
Downplaying
Gaslighting
The prettiest
Keyhole view
You ever did see

Black out
Three lefts
Flying down the street
With guillotines
Embedded into their wings
Unmoving
Stationary
Spilled ink
Across tabled conversations
Of political stagnancy

Black out
Boy Blue
Go ahead and
Show us your horns
Satan takes new form
Circle five-point star
Pinned to a uniform
Cameras with closed eyes
Clamor of headlines
Telling tales
We've all heard before
No stranger to this lore
Played by different black leads
Take a knee
Take a stance up in these streets
Or make a megaphone
Outta your cell phones and computer screens
Other-unwise
You'll see EMT
Take another cold black body
To the mortuary
Another trending hashtag tragedy
Emotional conditioning
Hired looters destroying property
Pestilence to the residence
Of our working class
Been busting their asses
All quarantine
Still, Covid-19
Is only a piece of the problems
Over 400 years of sickness
Still waiting on the vaccine 

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